Qiu Baihe stomped her foot in anger, tears rolling down her cheeks like broken strands of pearls. Despite being over forty, Qiu Baihe was still stunningly beautiful. Her heartbreak in crying was enough to melt any man's pride.
Qiu Baihe was usually virtuous and modest, but Jing Xi was her only son. She was ready to make any concessions, but she couldn't afford to let her son suffer on this matter.
Moreover, she once almost lost her son. Every time Jing Xi was ill or in pain, she was heartbroken with fear.
Jing Dezhen, seeing Qiu Baihe crying, became flustered and overwhelmed.
He was cornered by Lu Ming from the front, and his wife was devastated behind him.
Jing Dezhen had always treasured Qiu Baihe. In the five or six years since they married, he had never heard the word 'divorce' from her mouth.
